. well ... we're not officially boyfriend/girlfriend or anything yet, but things are getting there." I know. Sasha's nice. She's sweet, and she's smar...t. I always liked her." She's a stripper ... or ... she was."Dawn shrugged. "A girl's gotta have an edge if she's gonna keep up with you. As long as she loves you properly; that's the important thing." She does." I nodded before narrowing my eyes at Dawn. "So you're really not here to make trouble or try to win me back?"Dawn shook her head. "I. Get her to enjoy being sexy in the most feminine of ways. Makeher want to use her new body to bring me pleasure. Make the new girltake pleasure of having her body used. Make the changes permanent.These were my day dreams, things I wound often master-bate myself too.But to do such a thing in the real world would be kinda evil wouldn'tit? Slavery is evil, and I believe people who knowingly participate orignore such things deserve to die. But fuck if I didn't get turned onby the idea of it. . Ê ÒSir, thank you for that experience, Sir. That was weird, Sir, but I liked it.ÓÊ ÒGood, maybe we will have that sometimes more often. I have been watching you asl**p. You really look fucking sexy when youÕre tied up.Ó I was eased by his comment, recently I was almost getting quite afraid of him, how he kind of doggedly treated me as his slave. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I did, also in order to enjoy it myself. He untied me completely and took the ropes back into the cupboard again.. “Off, off!” Sybilla cried.I quickly helped her to stand and then picked her up and carried her to the chaise lounge. I returned and released the valve controlling the power then withdrew the firebox and put it on the grate. With the machine safe, I turned back to Sybilla. I pulled a stool alongside her and sat holding her hand and stroking her hair. She looked up at me with a gentle and very happy smile on her face.“Was it good?”“By Jove, as I live and breathe, that was the most intense time I.